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yellowgreendinno · 10 months

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"The older I get"

CW: Angst, English IS not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes. First fic.

You can listen to "older" by Sasha Alex Solan. It really fits.

The Queen of the Walls stared at the floor, shock the only emotion visible on her features, as the transparent teenager continued to shout her desires to the boy. It wasn't like Historia thought that the young woman before her was still alive:

she knew for a fact; she wasn't.

She was a ghost, after all.

But that didn't stop tears filling her eyes, and regret, guilt and longing filling her heart. Not like she had hoped, the girl's face as she kept on talking to the nineteen year old boy, who stood on almost the other end of the garden, was way far from mirroring hers. How she could see ghosts? Historia had no idea. But she had to talk to her.

She had to apologise to her; needed to.

Historia went back to reality with the ghost girl's next choked order, as the boy tried to calm his protector.

"Take me home", she said, as once more, the boy attemped to stop her from loosing the sole nerve she had left.

"Listen, we can't just go back to Marley, we have to finish the job, and try to reason with the Queen." He hesitated before keeping on talking. "I... I saw those memories. Your memories. I-I... I think only you can get her to listen to us. Okay? I promise It won't be long-"

"Falco, take me home right now!"

His green eyes sparkled with nothing more than defeat, as he finally agreed. He took her hand, and started guiding her through the forest. That was when Historia made her choice.

It was now or never

She screamed her name at the top of her lungs, hoping and praying to the Walls that the ghost, already fading from all sight, had heard her. And she did.

"Ymir!"

The ghost turned around, as tears stained the queen's face.

I used to be mad, but now I know,

The same short hair, the same freckles, the same eyes. The same eyes and her same usual frown turned into surprise. Historia had never been happier. But she had never been more miserable in her twenty-six years of life. Oh, how she wished to hug her one more time...

Sometimes it's better to let someone go,

To finally tell her that they could marry, that they could live the life Ymir had told her in that letter she wrote as her last will.

After all, it was still her Ymir. She looked exactly the same as the day on the tower, when she last saw her. She hadn't aged one day. And it only made it harder to accept.

It was stupid, really. The Queen of the Walls, now twenty-six years old, with a seven year old child, was still crying over her first love...

a girl who had died.

And it was too late now. Falco carried Ymir into the forest, and it would be days, months, years, even centuries, and Historia would still age, she would grow old, all the while as Ymir was still the same she ever was, in her white silk dress, living the same lie she always did... Playing princesses with her people, lying to survive, even though she had thought she had broke free from that life, she was bound to go back to it, as Historia watched from outside the hole she had buried herself into. Not being able to do anything. She sobbed on the ground as Ymir's ghost dissapeared in the dark of the forest, to never see her again, and live in her small world of lies.

It just hadn't hit me yet,

the older I get.

#yumihisu #yimir x historia #ymir #ymir fritz #historia #histoia reiss #falco grice #aot #attack on titan #snk #Shingeki no Kyojin

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